Robin Rosen Chang

Great Green Macaw  

Garnish of world, flourish
       of medieval manuscripts, 
you prance, one foot lifted,

       head held high, through gold
and silver swirls. Bedecked
       company to kings and queens,

chanter of wild entreaties—
       wings slathered turquoise,
orange-splashed, and scarlet,

       you cross empires and seas, fly
to forests deciduous. You caw and squawk
       quick-witted cries.

Oh, blessed one, festooned
       in layers of finest plumage—
come. Rest here, for a moment

       on my wrist.
Tell me how you survive
       this perishing world.